Barking Like a Seal


So, last night I got a wonderful call and my most little brother, who is actually much bigger than me but considerably younger, is coming up to visit. No special reason that I know of, but it is nice. I will get to see all the girls too! So, of course everyone wakes up this morning coughing and sounding like barking seals.

Ain’t nobody got time for that! Insert Sweet Brown remix here.

Anyway, if nothing else the house will get a good dusting & vacuum, Even though I am allergic to cats, Pixie is really, really allergic so I need to try and de-Mama the house lol

She has been spending her days lounging on either the couches or the princess chairs and while I know the rule was supposed to be ‘no animals’ on the furniture, it had to be modified to ‘No Dogs’. Otherwise, the boys wouldn’t be allowed to sit on the couches either, and to be honest, everyone is too afraid of Mama to make her move.

This spring will make her about 24 giver or take a few- years old, I think- if the vets were correct when we first got her. Or she got us. But they said she was between 8 and 10 years old then and that was 2001, when she wandered up and dumped kittens on us. I wouldn’t trade her for anything though and I am glad she is as remarkably healthy as she is.

Boy, I really got off track there! So, with visitors coming, I am fairly certain they don’t know about the Menier’s yet, so I suppose we need to have a little talk. Joy, I am just so much better on paper, talking- not so much.

Which makes me come off as rude. Which I am not trying to be, but with my hearing working like an on/off switch, phone conversations are interesting and pretty annoying on my end.

Yes, I am well aware of the relay service I could get. But, I don’t want to do that. Just like I have a really handy, dandy walking stick that is customized for me and how I walk and while it makes a world a difference in making me more confident that I won’t simply fall over, I have yet to take it outside the house.

Since, when did I become so prideful that I care, what people think? I think I have always had issues with not wanting people to think I am weak or incapable of something and while I can’t exactly point to the reason why I am like that, I probably don’t want to know anyway.

So, any and all apparent walking /hearing aids will be avoided at all costs .

Unless it is a pony, or donkey. Do they have service ponies for hearing?

But, I am not in the middle of an ‘attack’ right now, just the normal BPPV- slightly off-kilter balance, so all in all pretty good. I will stop complaining and be happy for what I do have. Besides, today, I am going to make sun dried tomatoes ūüėČ

 

 

 

 

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Week 2 of the Rebuild, Mother Nature Is Bi-Polar


Why is it that Monday’s suck?¬† Really, I don’t get it.¬† My week technically starts on Sunday, so you would think that the day the week starts for you, would be the day that sucks.¬† Apparently, that’s just not the case.¬† Mother’s Day was okay.¬† It’s not like we actually could celebrate it, because Bill had to work.¬† The boys fought and argued, just like they do every day.¬† The dog and cat, got into an altercation.¬† That actually went a little better than normal.¬† There wasn’t that much blood.¬† Maybe it was the heat that had everyone acting cranky. Probably not.¬† I suspect that Mama cat is just cranky because she is old and fat and has never really had what I would call a sunny or friendly disposition.¬† She used to be young, skinny and cranky.

So, the contractor will be here today.¬† Hopefully, he will be followed by a couple of trucks full of roofers.¬† That may or may not happen, depending on how he want to play it this week.¬† Mother Nature is Bi-Polar.¬† Or Maybe she’s not bi-polar, maybe its menopause. Whatever the case, I can’t figure out what I personally did to piss her off.¬† She just doesn’t seem to want to cooperate with this whole roof re-build project. Chris, the contractor, would like 4 days, to tear off, re-deck, re-build, shingle, flash, etc. He wanted to start that part today.¬† But, the forecast is calling for some nasty storms to blow through¬†here starting Wednesday and going into Thursday.¬† The soffits and fascia are mostly done, but we don’t have gutters.¬† If it pours, we may have just wasted about $10,000 in materials and labor.¬† He needs to either get someone out here to jerry-rig¬†some gutters or get the roof banged out.¬† Something.¬† At this point, I would be happy with the entire house being covered with tarps.¬† But they would probably need to nail them down.¬† We get some pretty strong winds, and 70 mph gust are not unusual. I reckon I’ll find out in an hour or so.

Moving right along.¬† I am really loving the extreme Zumba.¬† But, I still can’t do a full hour of that yet.¬† So I am doing about 20 minutes of that and then walking.¬† I do the regular Zumba for an hour on alternate days.¬† But I still love it.¬† I just love that the boys love it too.¬† Even the dog, seems to enjoy it:)

So, a neighbor came by yesterday after and saw Monkey cat outside laying on the railing.¬† She said, “oh what a lovely little baby”, she then leaned over to try to pet Monkey and Monkey Hissed and took a swipe at her.¬† She missed getting mauled by about 1/2 inch.¬† She then said,”vicious little bastard.” To which I replied, “well that what you get for being all fuzzy and nice.”¬† She didn’t think it was as funny as I did.¬† Monkey is not usually like that.¬† She doesn’t like people, but she usually just runs off.¬† I guess she is starting to take after her mother.¬† I wonder what it says about me, if anything.¬† Maybe Monkey just didn’t like her:) I’m not a fan, but then I am not much of a people person:)

Anyway, I better go get my Zumba on, better to do it now, before it gets too hot.